Ravenmask was not the oldest cat in WindClan.
And yet, somehow, he was the only elder. Funny how that worked out.
He stretched in the cold morning air, yawning as he looked about the camp. Ravenmask wouldn't say he was lonely, but he did sometimes miss the company of cats his age.
He padded up to Wheatwhistle, nudging his shoulder gently.
"How's the cold feelin' for ya, old-timer?"
-
"speech" || "thoughts"
Tagging: @wheatwhistle
-
-
RAVENMASK he/him, windclan elder, 93 moons.
☆ White and black tom with smoky stripes, bright green eyes, and a twisted back paw.
☆ brother of Mallowfeather
☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline when attacking/physically interacting
☆ penned by plot ↛ plot_twists on discord, feel free to dm for interacts.